Datou said: every time a problem is solved, a new problem arises.

The same was true of what was placed in front of Ink Trace Xuan, and after realizing that what he was refining was far from that of a normal cultivator, he immediately began to change his thinking.

Becoming stronger always means getting stronger, but all roads lead to Rome, there are many ways to achieve the goal, and he is not the kind of person who does not hit the south wall and does not look back.

However, when it comes to making inventions, it is no less difficult for him, who has only received nine years of compulsory education, than cultivation.

In previous lives, children would use the tools at hand to make a few decent toys.

Among the toys such as knives, guns, swords, and halberds, the most powerful is the "foreign musket".

The musket is all about the body and gunpowder.

Sulfur, nitrate, and charcoal, as long as they are well proportioned according to mysterious proportions, gunpowder is born.

It is not difficult to obtain nitrate, as early as half a year ago, he issued an order to vigorously develop the breeding industry as a demon king.

Nowadays, there are also many pig breeders in various tribes, and if you want to find nitrate, you should be able to get it by turning around the pigsty.

Called Meng Qing, and then called the four hideous faces of the Xiong clan, the first tribal inspection of the Great Demon King of Mojixuan began.

On the way, several subordinates looked extremely excited, as if they had the impression that this was the first time for such an inspection.

Ink Trace Xuan's purpose is very clear, he is looking for nitrate.

His territory was not large, and the five tribes had migrated together as he had requested half a year earlier.

The people of the tribe originally lived by hunting, and it was normal for them to be hungry and full.

After migrating together, he began to vigorously promote planting and breeding, and the lives of his people gradually improved.

The climatic conditions in the southern province are enough to meet the three crops in a year, and luckily, two months ago, he found the earliest rice.

Although the yield is not high, and the taste is a little less interesting, there is finally something familiar to Ink Marks in this new world.

In a few months, the first grains will also be ripe, and with some improvements, it is believed that the taste and yield will become more and more pleasant.

Coupled with some miscellaneous orders and discoveries, the people of the tribe once identified Mojixuan as a god descending from the earth.

Now, Ink Marks Xuan walked through the tribe with five men, and the eyes around him were no longer in awe, but in worship, and of course, there were other eyes.

Especially those sturdy women in grass skirts with black faces, which one of them does not have a little light in their eyes?

If it weren't for Mo Jixuan's status as a demon king that made them unable to climb high, I'm afraid his head would have been greeted by a big stick, and then dragged into the cave.

Let's get down to business.

In front of me are several adobe houses, covered with thatched huts, with some air leaks on all sides, and they look very simple.

The little black boar in the pigsty snorted and sneered at the grass, and although the wild was not yet fully tamed, it more or less accepted the fact that it was kept in captivity.

A tribe of people stepped forward, pointed to the piglets in the pigsty, and made a big boast.

Ink Mark Xuan nodded with a smile as he continued to search.

Eventually, he noticed some white frost in the corners of the pigsty.

yes, this thing is nitrate.

"Mengqing, you tell him to collect all these frosts, I will be of great use. ”

Meng Qing looked at the hoarfrost on the ground, and asked with some surprise, "Boss, what do you want this thing for?"

Ink Mark Xuan smiled: "Now is not the time to say, when my invention comes out, you will naturally know." ”

"Boss, I'll help you get it!" The four of them had Xiong's Hanhan but didn't have as many problems as Mengqing, so they found a broken clay pot and began to collect it with their bare hands.

In the end, only half a small clay pot was filled with the frost collected, and after an afternoon of refining, there was even less left.

Now there are two raw materials, and sulfur is missing.

Mo Jian Xuan had smelled the smell of sulfur soap in his previous life, and thought that it should be right to find it according to this smell.

But with the current conditions, it is really difficult to find sulfur.

Just when he was at a loss, four Hanhan of the Xiong clan came to his courtyard with a group of people.

It was a skinny and dark man, and he knelt down for Mojixuan as soon as they met.

"Please, chief, save my children. ”

Mo Zhenxuan frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your child?"

The man replied, "Yesterday we went out hunting, and my boy was wounded by wild beasts, and now he is very burned. ”

After more than ten days of cultivation, Mo Jian Xuan has already known the many magical effects of cultivation on mortals, but at the moment, he is only one level of qi refining, and if he wants to use mana to treat others, his strength must be at least the ninth level of qi refining.

Thinking of this, he cast his gaze on the four honest men.

Several people hurriedly shrank their heads and said, "Boss, don't you know, we only have seven layers of qi refining now, I'm afraid it's ......."

Ink Marks Xuan was stunned, it seemed that he could only bite the bullet right now, his cultivation at the first level of Qi refining could not be exposed, otherwise he would be immediately exposed.

But he also had to save the lives of his people, on the one hand, to maintain his authority, and on the other hand, it was a living life.

Medicine, the focus is on medicine.

The problem with the child's injury was that the wound was infected.

"This kind of problem can be cured with antibiotics. ”

He grasped the point, and asked his subordinates as he was on the way: "There is a bear, where does the laziest person in our tribe live?" ”

Youxiong Da is the eldest brother of the four, and the name is also simple, the four are called big, two, three, and four.

Some Xiong Da was stunned, but some Xiong Si interjected tremblingly: "Boss, why are you asking this? Although I ......"

Looking at his expression, Mo Scar was stunned and interrupted: "Go, go to your house!"

The group was also confused, they didn't dare to say, they didn't dare to ask, so they had to lead the way honestly.

Lu Xun said: A lot of human progress comes from laziness!

In the house with Xiong Si, Mo Zhenxuan found some half-eaten rotten fruit, and a thick layer of green hair had grown on it.

He tugged on a pinch and took it to his nose and sniffed it, there was no pungent smell, this is right.

Thanks to these handfuls of green hair, the child's fever subsided before dusk.

The thin black man knelt at the feet of Mo Zhenxuan and thanked the old man for a long time.

And after this hand, the image of Mojixuan in the hearts of the four brothers of the Youxiong clan has become a little taller.

"Boss, I suspect you're not our boss anymore!" After the thin black man left, Xiong Da suddenly said.

These words startled Mo Zhenxuan, and cold sweat instantly wet his back.

"Done, exposed? What should I do now, confess? Run away?"

Before Ink Marks Xuan could organize his words, Xiong Da said again: "Boss, I thought you would only use mana to heal diseases, but I didn't expect you to use green hair to heal diseases.

I don't know that this method is hundreds of times more powerful than the Wang Doctor next door, it is simply a god descending from the heavens,"

Hearing this, Mo Zhenxuan almost fell, "Big brother, don't stop talking for so long, okay, I'm scared to death!"

He quickly changed his triumphant expression and said, "That's not it, don't you see who this demon king is?"

"Wait, you're talking about Doctor Wang?"

Youxiong Da said without thinking: "Doctor Wang is the doctor of the tribe next door, boss, don't you remember?"

When Mo Jian Xuan heard this, he didn't answer him, because he suddenly remembered that the history of junior high school had said that the earliest use of sulfur was for medicinal purposes.

In this day and age, maybe there is such a thing as sulfur, and the king doctor has it.

Thinking of this, Mo Jian Xuan almost couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, "Prepare, let's go to the Sui tribe next door to visit their leader the day after tomorrow!"

When a few people heard that Moji Xuan was going to visit the Sui tribe, their spirits were high.